People pass away, Memories don’t

Flash backs are important, they keep you grounded and remind you of the best people you have ever met in your life or are related to. Especially family, your loved ones, as they say blood is thicker than water, always. Don’t you sometimes feel blessed about the family you are born in, the people who you call your family? I am sure you do.

I think there’s this thing with vibrations, the right ones, they give you the best of inspiration to write. Coming from an experience I just went through yesterday, I want to share a short story about my grandmother. She was a beautiful soul, always loving, selfless and very accommodating. Her purpose was to spread love and feed people as many as she can, to be there for everyone who wants someone to be healed. She was a healer in a way. May it be my mother and father, her husband or her grand children, all that mattered to her was to love each one of us equally, endlessly and selflessly. And yesterday something happened which reminded me of her.

I got off from the local train on the station near to my work place and was on a usual walk to my office and suddenly this smell hit my senses. I am sure it was not of the veggie I was recalled off but it hit me home. It reminded me of “Toori Bhasar” which my grandmother used to mix with rice and feed me with her hands. Tears couldn’t stop flowing from my eyes and still do as I write this sentence. It was a hard hitting nostalgia which took me back to my childhood, my home where I actually belong, which keeps pulling me back wherever I am in the world.

As much as I age, the yearning to go back home gets stronger and yet this helpless feeling of not being able to. Recently I spent the entire long weekend home amid my family, cousins and grandfather. It was more than bliss. I cannot believe the person I have become, the struggles I have faced, the loneliness sometimes that resides within me, it has made me a better person in a way but I still miss the one I was in the past, innocent, less informed and a little more naive.

Hardik
October 6, 2017 @ 12:55 pm

adodani
October 6, 2017 @ 12:57 pm

Anjali Arjun Ahuja
October 6, 2017 @ 1:55 pm

Yes , Grandmothers a beautiful relation of our lives who will always stay in our hearts , even I miss my badi mumma , she helps me take many decisions every now and then cos she stays in my heart forever and that’s where she belongs in my heart !!

adodani
October 6, 2017 @ 2:07 pm

Littlest of things would remind me of my grandfather, and then I would need to sit down until the overwhelming blanket of emotions get lifted and I can function like a normal human being again. The emotions are proof that our loved ones still live on inside us.

adodani
October 9, 2017 @ 12:38 pm

zainab
October 6, 2017 @ 8:11 pm

wow, what a heartfelt post. I loved the last line..I too miss being less informed. More I miss being younger (Not due to vanity!) But, so I could undo the wrongs and make stuff better which I might have done wrongly.

adodani
October 9, 2017 @ 12:38 pm

Loved reading this. Grandparents have this ability to instil in us some beautiful memories. It sticks with us till the end, even when we undergo a lot of changes. It’s virtually impossible to be the person we were then, but those memories can give you a plethora of emotions.

adodani
October 9, 2017 @ 12:39 pm

Yes, we were less informed and thus in a more blissful state. Agree with you that we long for our near and dear ones and also the mortar and brick that makes our house home!
Very emotional post!
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adodani
October 9, 2017 @ 12:39 pm

I agree with your title. I’ve experienced a flood of memories at the most unexpected and most slightest of triggers. It just happens, and we’re overwhelmed. The mark they’ve left on us is that deep and personal. Thank you for sharing that experience you had with us 🙂Vinay Leo R. recently posted…Nostalgia

adodani
October 9, 2017 @ 12:40 pm

I can so relate to your words, Ashwini! The times that were, the people who were so special to us but sadly, are no more, the person we were…there are times when we miss all of it. We grow with time and change as a person, but there are some shades of ours that we so tend to hold on to. We know about life and her ways, but we hold on to some people, some moments, so tight, it’s heartbreaking when they leave and all we have are their memories; memories which threaten to fade away with time.
Beautiful post!

adodani
October 9, 2017 @ 12:40 pm

Yeah living away from home can be tough, especailly if you have been part of a very loving and close tribe!! Ii can relate to your want of being that “Me” again. The daily strife and struggle really changes us and we learn to fend ourselves well; in the process we do lose out on a lot of our innocent self!
I am blessed to have a great bunch of gal pals in the city where I live and they are a phone call away!!SHALINI BAISIWALA recently posted…The Halcyon days of youth [ #WritingBravely ]

adodani
October 9, 2017 @ 12:40 pm

Family time is the best. You can be a CEO in real life, but back in family you’re still you uncles and aunts little one and cousins best friend. I love all about family get-togethers. Hope you get to spend more of that.Sheethal Susan Jacob recently posted…Out of the books …

adodani
October 9, 2017 @ 12:41 pm

This post reminded me of a friend of mine who passed away a few years back. He loved beaches and every time I am out there, it just reminds me of him. Like you said, people pass away, memories don’t. SighAsmita Pradhan recently posted…Surviving another Friday night

adodani
October 9, 2017 @ 5:38 pm

We all grow up and then fly away from our homes. Just like birds. I sometimes wonder if the birds also miss their nests like most of us do.
On a lighter note, Ashwini imagine about the entire fairer sex of our country who have to leave behind a way of living with their family and adopt to a new family’s lifestyle. I guess this leaves you in a better understanding of what so many others experience.
Love your post.anupriya recently posted…8 Weird Reasons Why Some Women Observe KarvaChauth

adodani
October 9, 2017 @ 5:39 pm

Sigh. You said it right. Food is so nostalgic. When I cook, I try to replicate the flavours that used to hit my senses when my grandmother cooked. The days I match hers in taste, I end up crying in the kitchen.Anjana recently posted…Whiff of you – the meet

adodani
October 9, 2017 @ 5:39 pm

I think we all miss our innocent selves specially when this fast-paced world had changed us so much so quickly. Running around after so many things makes us forget about our origins but it hardly takes a second of memory which transports us back to our roots. Lovely heart-warming post!Nibha Gupta recently posted…The Reunion